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24 "What a re-markable cigar!
 * How much are they a dozen?"

I growled "No matter what they are! You're getting as familiar
 * As if you were my cousin!

"Now that's a thing I will not stand,
 * And so I tell you flat—"

"Aha! " said he. "We're getting grand!" (Taking a bottle in his hand,)
 * "I'll soon arrange for that!"

And here he took a careful aim,
 * And gaily cried "Here goes!"

I tried to dodge it as it came, But somehow caught it, all the same,
 * Exactly on my nose.